Showing posts with label Canadian mystery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canadian mystery. Show all posts

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Canada Calling: When Words Collide


Calgary, Alberta is celebrating a lot of 100 year milestones this year: the Calgary Public Library, Calgary Parks, and the Calgary Stampede.

There’s also a brand new event, the second When Words Collide Convention. Last year’s inaugural WWC brought together Mystery, Science Fiction and Fantasy, Romance, Literary, Historical, Western, Film scripts, Poetry. It was so great that the convention was nominated for an Aurora Award, given by The Canadian Science Fiction & Fantasy Association for the Best Fan Organisational category.

Once again readers and writers, in Calgary and beyond will come together for a weekend of fun.

August 10 - 12, 2012, Best Western Village Park Inn in Motel Village, 16th Ave N.E., Calgary, Alberta.

Guests of Honour
Anthony Bidulka (Mystery), Kelley Armstrong (Romance), Kevin J Anderson (Science Fiction), Rebecca Moesta (YA), Adrienne Kerr (Penguin Books), Vanessa Cardui (Poetry/Songwriting Guest).

Programming
Four concurrent streams of programming, including panels of speakers on writing, publishing, and art.

Merchants
Merchants' Corner for local booksellers, publishers and writers' groups to advertise / sell books / display art (fee applies). Includes a freebie table for affiliate groups to share information and a table for local authors to sell their books and do signings.

Parties
Seven parties will be held over the weekend as informal opportunities for readers, writers, Guests of Honour, editors and publisher to meet and mingle.

Aurora Awards
Prix Aurora Awards and banquet, Canada's top Science Fiction and Fantasy Awards.

Cost
Current registration cost is $55 CAD per attendee (student/senior and child rates available). Registration cost at the door is higher.

So come celebrate something new with us in Calgary in August.

For more information

Or snail mail:
When Words Collide, c/o The Sentry Box,
1835 - 10th Avenue SW,
Calgary, Alberta,
T3C 0K2, Canada

See you there.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Canada Calling: Terry Griggs

Terry Griggs is a Canadian author who has written for both children and adults, and in a range of forms: short story, novels, fantasy, and most recently fiction that has been described as a “biblio-mystery,” “noir farce,” and a “slacker cozy.” A number of her books have been nominated for awards, most notably the Governor General’s Award and the Writer’s Trust Fiction Award. In 2003 she received the Marian Engel Award from the Writer’s Trust of Canada. This award is for a Canadian woman author who has contributed a substantial body of work to Canadian literature.

PDD:
If there were a Mount Olympus of literature, you’re certainly there: awards, teaching at the Banff Centre, seen as a literary writer, etc. Have you encountered any negative comments from your co-writers about delving into crime writing; as in, “How could you stoop to that?”

Terry:
Mount Olympus? How kind of you. I am pretty earthbound, though. 

No negative comments from co-writers so far re my delving into crime writing. Some, I know, might be scratching their heads, but most are used to me doing the unexpected. (Possibly they think I’m selling out--I wish.) I’ve had a few puzzled questions from interviewers. Readers, marketers, publishers, do tend to want to keep a writer in an identifiable place. But I’m interested in all kinds of fiction and I love the idea of reaching a new audience, as I did when I wrote a series of kids’ books. And while I find the mystery genre full of absorbing and accomplished works, Thought You Were Dead is not in itself purely that—it draws on other forms: farce, myth, orphan narrative, literary, quest.

PDD:
You speak of “passing through” books. Passing through what? From where to where? Are you referring to the mystery of the human heart and mind, the waiting for consequences of decisions-made, etc. as opposed to the dead body, police procedure, forensic evidence, etc?

Terry:
By “passing through” I’m merely referring to the writing journey from page one to the end. Yes, mysteries of the “heart and mind”—that’s a good way of putting it. Mystery in the sense of what compels and intrigues us, what we’re drawn repeatedly and irresistibly toward. But . . . I have also often pulled elements of the mystery genre itself into stories and novels: a disappearance, an investigation, a wrongful accusation, justice affirmed in the end. Admittedly, the authorities come in for some joshing. In The Lusty Man my police officer spends his investigative time sitting in a boat in the middle of the lake with a paper bag on his head.

PDD:
For you, research is foraging, and the results are multiple notebooks for each book you write. I’d love to hear you expand about how different elements come together as you forage.

Terry:
There’s an interview I did on the Random House book club site a while back, in which I compare this process to a bird building a nest. Some nests are really quite artful, bits of this and that woven in—cellophane, cigarette filters, flowers, stems, spider webs, feathers—and I suppose I do a similar thing. When I have a sense of what I want to write, I start looking around, picking up this and that, reading stuff, making notes. It can be anything that might be potentially useful or inspiring—a poem, a quote, an observation, a comment overheard.

This seems to have a stimulating and generative effect, giving me a better sense of what I’m up to. Ideas for scenes, characters, conversations, jokes, are interleaved with all this. Words alone I find particularly rich sources—their provenance, their range of meanings, their possible narrative uses. I read up on particular subjects and take notes that I may or may not even refer to again.

In one of my notebooks for Thought You Were Dead I have info from books such as, Forensic Anthropology: The Growing Science of Talking Bones, and Your Guide to Cemetery Research, and Scottish Roots: From Gravestone to Website and Canadian Women Invent! While writing, I keep making notes which helps to give a clearer view of the way ahead.

PDD:
A lot of your work deals with male/female differences and with ambiguity. Why those two themes?

I doubt that my view of the male/female differences is my own. I just seem to write about it, and in fact male/female contentious situations often structure the works. Wasn’t even much aware of doing this until asked about my main concerns. I have a settled and happy personal life, so this is not me therapeutically working out any tempestuous relationships.Male/female difference is central to our whole existence, hence a central subject for investigation, or dramatization, or playful assessment. And often in my books as well there’s a switching of roles—sexual confusion—which is a feature of screwball comedy. Think of Cary Grant wearing that frilly dressing gown in Bringing Up Baby.


Ambiguous situations are a gift to writers because right there you have conflict, tension, motivation. This is the everyday heartrending stuff we all, I assume, get caught up in--the things we want and don’t want in about equal measure. My main character in Thought You Were Dead, for example, desperately wants to be part of a family, but the moment it seems possible he feels crowded. He longs to have his old girlfriend back, but only next door, not too close. He knows he should look for his missing boss, but, well, he doesn’t quite get around to it. 

PDD:
Do you have a secret passion?

Terry:
I must confess I have a secret passion for thrilling linguistic achievement, something like say, Eric Ormsby’s series of Lazarus poems. And a passion for footpaths. Grassy ones that snake along, in and around and behind. Paths that might just lead to mysterious places. If I saw one right now I wouldn’t be able to resist, I’d be gone.

PDD:
Do you have a web site or an e-mail address that you would want included in case someone wanted to contact you or learn more about your work?

Terry:
I’ve been slowly moving toward setting up a web site. I mean, slowly. But I may get there yet. By the fall, I hope. My publisher, Dan Wells, keeps giving me encouraging little nudges. In the meantime, anyone who would like to contact me is certainly welcome to do so by way of Biblioasis: P.O Box 92, Emeryville, Ontario, Canada N0R 1C0. e-mail is biblioasis@gmail.com.

Saturday, May 5, 2007

Fact to Fiction to Fact

Lou Allain (guest blogger)
Lou with her two pals. Friday, aka Strudel, age six, is an apricot mini-poodle. Shogun, originally Hogan, then Logan, is border collie, saved by a British Columbia collie rescue association. He's two.“Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life,” Oscar said, but I’m not sure I agree. Life came first, after all. As a writer with five books in my Belle Palmer series set in the Nickel Capital, a standalone in a Michigan university, and a forthcoming series set where I now live, in the quiet fishing-tourist village of Sooke on Vancouver Island, I’ve seen that cycle evolve many times.

I took the image of the Lady of the Lake handing Arthur his Excalibur and froze her hand sticking through the ice for Northern Winters Are Murder, then leaned on the residential school scandal for Blackflies Are Murder. Bush Poodles Are Murder included a scam man similar to a local figure who bilked seniors out of a few million dollars. Just as he left jail, the book appeared. So much for art imitating life.

But the process turned, and turned again. When I was writing Murder, Eh? three years ago, I was addicted to CourtTV and fascinated by the trial of a prominent rabbi in New Jersey, who hired a hitman to murder his wife, then hired the same man as a private investigator. Sounds wildly improbable, but the nefarious plan almost worked. The hitman, supposedly ex-Mossad, probably merely delusional, decided when flattered by a nubile female reporter, that if he spilled the beans on the charismatic rabbi (who had so far skated free), he’d be pardoned and enjoy the spoils of the tabloid sales. The reporter contacted the police, who set a wire, and now both men, and a more feeble minded accomplice who actually struck the woman, are spending life sentences in jail. The rabbi still pleads his innocence. Sometimes I believe the silver-haired and golden-tongued devil.

I confess to using the concept of this crime as well as the brilliant conversion of a former Molson brewery in Barrie to a thriving grow-op (the criminals roasted coffee in their alleged business, which hid the smell of pot in the copper vats). I’d passed the old plant en route to Toronto many times and laughed when I read about the bust.

About nine months before Murder, Eh? appeared, fiction would turn to fact in Sudbury. The wife of a prominent businessman and devoted mother of two teenaged girls disappeared in the dead of winter. In the initial search, her empty van was found nearby their upscale home. Due to the heavy snowfall and severe weather conditions, searches were difficult. Eventually, all water courses in the area were combed. As the months passed, hope faded that she would be found alive.

Fast forward to March and the fifth book, Memories are Murder. This time I arranged a killing in the dense bush about forty miles south of town in an area called Burwash, site of a former prison, from which no one ever escaped. Now the plots start linking. Guess whose body turned up in that very area, just across Highway 69, only a few hundred yards from the main highway to Toronto? Rabbit hunters discovered the mutilated corpse of the missing wife and mother, wrapped in a rug and dumped in the bush months before. And like the rabbi, the husband, first to suspect, had an unbreakable alibi. Rumours in the coffee shops abound about his mistress, his wife’s supposed lover, and the scenario that a relative of his flew in from a distant country, did the deed, and flew out again. A small community of around 100,000, Sudbury has only three or four murders a year, mostly alcohol or drug-related. To this date, the murder is unsolved, and unless someone talks to the tabloids, the perfect crime has been committed.

In my new community, where the rain forest meets the sea, a young girl went missing a few years ago. Heartbreaking pictures of her still curl and fade in store windows and a descanso with flowers and toys stands across from the bus stop from which she vanished. Her classmates have had the same dream about her body lying near a creek beside a woodland pool. In my next book, half completed and tentatively titled And on the Surface Die, a teenager is murdered on a deserted beach, and later another goes missing. By the time it’s published in 2008, will the girl have been found, or will she remain a ghostly mystery swirling in the fog while the lighthouses blow their eerie horns?

Lou Allin’s website is http://www.louallin.com and she welcomes mail at louallin@shaw.ca.